the next move
You look up at Dave whose farther down the driveway. He turns around
on his bike and waves you over to him. "What's the matter?
Aren't you coming?"
"Oh," you moan to yourself. "What is it with boys
anyway? They always have to act tough." Quickly you make up
your mind to follow him. If ever it gets bad you could leave. Then
at least you could tell people that you went up to the house to look
around.
"If nothing else, lets just look around." And before you
can say anything, Dave takes off toward the house. You don't want to
be called a chicken, not if Dave is right about the house not being
haunted. You think to yourself, "If I don't go, everyone will
know that I chickened out just like Barbara."
